Gwladys x Brychan

## Gwladys x Brychan
## C
\f[2|Gwladys]
\s[2]
Whew... That last fight went pretty\n
well.\b[2|2] I'm improving, but not fast enough...|
\s[-2]

\f[5|Brychan]\w[7]
\s[5]
Gwladys? What has you down?|
\s[-2]

\s[2]\b[2|0]\m[2|2]
Ah! F-father! How long\m
have you... been here...?|

\s[5]
I saw your last fight. You beat your foe\n
decisively.\e[5|1] Your training is showing off.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Heh... Thanks. But, I'm still no match for you.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
What makes you think that?|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
I mean... You're Brychan. THE Brychan,\n
the most famous and beloved knight of\n
all of Fafnir! Maybe even all of Merovin.|

\s[5]
I wouldn't say that...|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
No need to be modest, Father. There's\n
nothing wrong with being so widely loved.|

\s[5]
It's less that and more... I can think\n
of quite a few people who despise me.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
Eh? What do you mean? Hate you?|

\s[5]
Perhaps I'll speak to you about it\n
later. Call me if you need me, but\n
I doubt you need my help very much.|

\s[2]
If you say so...|
\s[-2]

## C
## Base
\f[2|Gwladys]\m[2|3]\w[5]
\s[3]
Hiya!|
\s[-2]

\m[3|2]\w[16]
\m[2|4]\w[5]
\s[4]
Take that!|
\s[-2]

\m[4|2]\w[8]
\s[2]
For Fafnir! Hrrah!!!|
\s[-2]

\m[2|7]
\w[32]
\f[7|nil]

\f[1|Brychan]
\s[1]
Seems she's working hard...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Gwladys]\b[6|2]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Whew...\b[5|0] That wasn't--\m[5|5] Ah! F-father!\n
How long have you... been here...?|
\s[-2]

\m[1|2]\w[4]
\s[2]
Long enough. I admire the work you're\n
putting in, Gwladys.\e[2|1] Good form, good\n
decisiveness, I'm proud of what I see.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
Heh... Thanks. But, I'm still no match for you.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
What makes you think that?|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
I mean... You're Brychan. THE Brychan,\n
the most famous and beloved knight of\n
all of Fafnir! Maybe even all of Merovin.|

\s[2]
I wouldn't say that...|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
No need to be modest, Father. There's\n
nothing wrong with being so widely loved.|

\s[2]
It's less that and more... I can think\n
of quite a few people who despise me.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Eh? What do you mean? Hate you?|

\s[2]
Perhaps I'll speak to you about it\n
later. Continue with your training,\n
I'll try not to disturb you further.|

\s[5]
Okay... Well, if you see anything I\n
can improve on, be sure to tell me!|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Certainly.|
\s[-2]

## C+
\f[5|Gwladys]\w[4]
\s[5]
Father? Are you in here?|
\s[-2]

\w[16]
\f[1|Brychan]\m[1|2]\w[8]
\s[2]
I am. Did you need something, Gwladys?|

\s[5]
Er... I wanted to follow-up with you\n
about that thing you mentioned...\n
About people not liking you.|

\s[2]
... Hm. So, you must have realized something.|

\s[5]
Yeah... When we were in Isca, there was a man...\n
And it seemed like the two of you had some kind\n
of issue. Cherusci, I think was his name.|

\s[2]\e[2|2]
Some kind of issue is putting it lightly, I'm afraid.\n
He... He's tied to a past I'd like to forget about.|

\s[5]
I see... Mother mentioned that we moved to\n
House Saras' territory before I was born...\n
Does this have something to do with that?|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
Indeed. I was initially a knight of House\n
Weser, and your mother one of Mannus's maids.\n
This was about... twenty-two years ago now.|\n
Things were mostly fine, some of the other\n
knights were a bit crass to me,\e[2|1] but your mother\n
would scold them for picking on the 'poor elf'.|

\s[5]
Heh... Mother was always protective of you.|

\s[2]
Even more so at that stage, we were newlyweds,\n
having only been married a year at that point.|

\s[5]
Was Cherusci one of the knights who bothered you?|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
No. He... He was Lord Mannus' eldest son.\e[2|3]\n
And rotton to the core, even at a young age.|\n
He was awful to the staff of the estate, as\n
well to myself and the rest of the knights.|\n
Stealing from us, he released Anlach when he\n
was still just a foal, broke one of my lances..|\n
And Lord Mannus would do nothing but shrug.\n
"Boys will be boys", he would say.|

\s[5]\e[5|3]
No one wants to take any accountability.\n
He sounds just as bad as his awful son.|

\s[2]
He was, he was complicit to his son's bad\n
behavior. And it only got worse with age.|\b[2|2]\n
He... It infuriates me to even recall it...|

\s[5]\e[5|2]
Father...?|

\s[2]
When your mother... When she was with\n
child... The bastard tried to assault her.|

\s[5]\m[5|5]
What!? When she was pregnant with me?|

\s[2]\b[2|0]
No, Gwladys. That... That was your elder brother.|\n
Your mother lost him fighting that bastard off.|

\s[5]\e[5|2]
I... I had a brother...?|

\s[2]
Yes. And I nearly killed him for\n
what he did to her. I don't know how\n
many times my fist hit his face.|\n
There was blood everywhere... And I\n
remember his face... He was laughing.|\n
This entire affair was funny to him.|

\s[5]
... He's sick...|

\s[2]
I was filled with rage. When I found\n
out Prawst lost our child... Our son...|\n
It took all of the knights to stop me\n
from driving my spear into his heart.|

\s[5]
... ... ...|

\s[2]
If not for Lord Lot's intervention, I'd\n
have been hung for assaulting Cherusci.|\n
But, the punishment for him attacking\n
Prawst? Nothing. "Boys will be boys".|

\s[5]
Father... I didn't know you and Mother\n
went through such hardships...|

\s[2]\e[2|0]\b[2|2]
It's in the past now... Well, I'd\n
like to say it is. But, deep down,\n
I know my hate has not subsided.|\n
I had a spear crafted for your brother,\n
you know. The one I always have with me.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
The one you never use in battle?\n
I had always wondered about that...|

\s[2]
I want you to take it, Gwladys. I...\n
The longer I have it with me, the more\n
I believe I am hanging onto the past.|\e[2|2]\n
Prawst has since gotten past the incident,\n
but I always will feel that I failed her.|\n
I failed our son. I... I failed everyone.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\w[16]

\m[5|3]\w[4]
\s[3]
Father, wait! Father...|
\s[-2]

## B
\r[2]\f[2|Brychan]
\s[2]
... ... ...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Gwladys]\e[6|2]\m[6|5]\w[8]
\s[5]
Huff... huff... Father!|
\s[-2]

\r[2]
\s[2]
Hmm? Gwladys?|
\s[-2]

\m[2|3]\e[3|2]
\s[3]
Are you hurt? Did something happen?|

\s[5]
Hold on... Hah... Hah...|
\s[-2]

\m[5|5]\e[5|0]\w[4]
\s[5]
Whew! Sorry, lost my breath there. I\n
was trying to catch up with you. Sorry,\n
I didn't mean to worry you just now.|

\s[3]\e[3|0]
Oh, all right. That's good. Is there\n
something you wanted to speak to me about?|

\s[5]
Yes... I feel like you've been avoiding me.|

\s[3]
Really? Hm. Well, if I was, it wasn't\n
purposeful. I apologize if that was\n
causing you distress, I'll be more mindful--|

\s[5]
Father, it's not that, it's... You\n
seem down. Ever since you told me\n
about the events from House Weser.|

\s[3]
Well, it was truly some of the worst\n
times of my life. You understand that.|

\s[5]
Of course I do! But what you said before\n
you left me the spear... "I failed our\n
son. I failed everyone." That's not true.|\n
You shouldn't blame yourself for that.|

\s[3]
It's difficult not to. Had I acted sooner, or\n
if I convinced Lord Mannus to do something\n
about Cherusci's past actions worsening--|

\s[5]
Father! It isn't your fault. And I know\n
Mother feels the same way. I sent her a\n
letter. No one blames you but... you.|

\s[3]\e[3|2]
I suppose my own demons torment me, then.|

\s[5]
Well, I want you to know that we're all\n
proud of you and your accomplishments.|\n
Both Mother and me. Who cares about that\n
lout Cherusci and his pathetic excuse of\n
a father Lord Mannus? They don't matter.|

\s[3]
... Maybe you're right. I've harbored this\n
guilt for such a long period of time...|\n
Maybe it's time to finally... let it go.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
I think it is. Come on, Father, you can do it.|

\s[3]\e[3|1]
... Right. I can. Thank you, Gwladys. Be sure\n
to thank your mother in your next letter.|

\s[5]
Of course!|
\s[-2]

## B
## Base
\r[2]\f[2|Brychan]
\s[2]
... ... ...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Gwladys]\m[6|5]\w[8]
\s[5]
Father!\r[2] There you are. I've been\n
looking all over camp for you!|

\s[2]
Hmm? Gwladys? I've been right here.|

\s[5]
You say that... And yet, I have a feeling\n
that you've been avoiding seeing me.|

\s[2]
Really? Hm. Well, if I was, it wasn't\n
purposeful. I apologize if that was\n
causing you distress, I'll be more mindful--|

\s[5]
Father, it's not that, it's... You\n
seem down. Ever since you told me\n
about the events from House Weser.|

\s[2]
Well, it was truly some of the worst\n
times of my life. You understand that.|

\s[5]
Of course I do! But what you said before\n
you left me the spear... "I failed our\n
son. I failed everyone." That's not true.|\n
You shouldn't blame yourself for that.|

\s[2]
It's difficult not to. Had I acted sooner, or\n
if I convinced Lord Mannus to do something\n
about Cherusci's past actions worsening--|

\s[5]
Father! It isn't your fault. And I know\n
Mother feels the same way. I sent her a\n
letter. No one blames you but... you.|

\s[2]\e[2|2]
I suppose my own demons torment me, then.|

\s[5]
Well, I want you to know that we're all\n
proud of you and your accomplishments.|\n
Both Mother and me. Who cares about that\n
lout Cherusci and his pathetic excuse of\n
a father Lord Mannus? They don't matter.|

\s[2]
... Maybe you're right. I've harbored this\n
guilt for such a long period of time...|\n
Maybe it's time to finally... let it go.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
I think it is. Come on, Father, you can do it.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
... Right. I can. Thank you, Gwladys. Be sure\n
to thank your mother in your next letter.|

\s[5]
Of course!|
\s[-2]

## A
\f[2|Gwladys]
\s[2]
Hah... Whew, not bad, not bad...|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Brychan]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Gwladys, there you are.|

\s[2]
Oh! Hey, Father. It's been a while since\n
the two of us were last together like this.|

\s[5]
Indeed. I must admit, you decision to go\n
with Lord Pellinore did worry me some, but\n
it seemed to have worked out in the end.|

\s[2]
Sorry... I just wanted to see how good I\n
really was without you watching over me.|

\s[5]
According to what I've heard, you\n
improved leaps and bound in each fight.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Heh... They're exaggerating...|

\s[5]
Maybe, but maybe they can see\n
your potential coming through.|

\s[2]
If anything, I'm only as good as you are.|

\s[5]
You keep saying that...|
\s[-2]

\s[2]\e[2|0]
Er... Father? Can I ask something\n
that might... bring down the mood?|

\s[5]
Hmm? Something else about Cherusci?|

\s[2]
Sort of... Why is this the first I've\n
heard of this incident. Or any, really.|

\s[5]
Lord Mannus covered basically everything up.\n
Lord Lot had no choice but to accept those\n
terms when he rescued me from the gallows.|

\s[2]\e[2|3]
Ugh... Despicable.|

\s[5]
Truly. He also lashed out at the other\n
knights and maids at House Weser, so I\n
imagine they're not fans of me either.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
They should just leave, like you did.|

\s[5]
I agree. House Weser is crumbling fast with\n
the heir being Cherusci and Mannus' two\n
daughters already emancipating themselves.|\n
I'd be surprised if Weser wasn't absorbed\n
into Saras in the coming decade.|

\s[2]
But... that would mean seeing him again...|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
True, but he would be a lord no longer,\n
just a vassel of House Saras. As a knight,\n
he would have no power over me. Or you.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Oh! Well that's at least good news.|\e[2|0]\n
Er... one other question I had.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
What is it?|

\s[2]
Did my... big brother have a name?|

\s[5]
... He did. We decided on\n
Gwyar if the child was a boy\n
and Gwladys if it was a girl.|\n
Although, I'm not sure if Prawst would\n
have kept the name for our second child.|\n
She insisted you were a girl, and well...|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Heh, and here I am.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
That you are, Gwladys. Any more questions?|

\s[2]
Hmm... No, I don't think so. Other\n
than when are we finally getting home.|

\s[5]
Good question... Hopefully soon. This\n
campaign is coming to a close.|

\s[2]
Then we can finally go home\n
and be a family again.|

\s[5]
Indeed. I'd like that.|
\s[-2]